Anyma - Crashing The Party (Patreon)

Anyma - Had to google The 80's for research, wasn't disappointed with the fashion sense
Anyma - She isn't an 80's child. I'm sure you can tell
Anyma - ...Anyma what are you doing? Don't ask Sadista's age! Anyma STAP!!

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It was a blur to start, like some weird intoxication as Silke fought to open her eyes. Whatever drug she tried so hard to endure was a heavy one. She was going to need a few more minutes to shake this feeling off.

She tried to familiarise herself with other senses. She knew she was tied, though the binding felt simple enough. A few tugs confirmed it was pretty secure. The sounds of the wind breezing softly in the cool night air along with the usual traffic down below. She could taste soft rubber which was causing an abundance of drool to sit in her mouth.

“Oh goodie, looks like you’re coming to!” A cheery voice, one she’d never heard before. But then, who could ever keep track of all the weirdos who wanted her held up like this? The spy’s eyelids were a difficult task, but she managed to finally lift them open to see a smiling expression gleaming back at her.

Light pollution was one thing, but it was bright up here. Enough to force Silke to close her eyes again.

“Awww, are my strobe bots giving you a hard time? Its fine, it’s not like you need to see anyway...or talk...or move in fact” This voice was so damn happy. She was more used to the average creep giving some sort of diabolical monologue right about now, but none came from this odd company.

There was shuffling and whirring of machinery approaching, surrounding her, it was coming and Ms Silke Arches knew all too well.

“I hope you’re not starting the party without me Ms Anyma” Sultry words were enough to cause the whirling noises to stop completely as clinking heels clattered on the ground. “Ms Arches doesn’t even look aroused enough to be aware of her situation yet.”

A heavy sigh lingered in the brisk air, “I have no excuse, I was getting bored. You know how to keep a lady waiting and as much as it leaves anticipation for some, it leaves boredom for me.”

A chuckle left Sadista’s lip as she set aside a bottle of wine and a few glasses, “I wasn’t sure what to expect when you called me to the rooftop of the Fukinawa Corporations. But I will say I’m not displeased with what I see.”

“It almost sounds like you didn’t think I could do it, tsk tsk, lady. I ain’t just a pretty face I’ll have you know” The almost metallic voice laughed. “Plus, besides such subtle convincing with a large amount of money, I don’t appreciate spies snooping around a company who buy my tech in large quantities. I need good reliable business partners and little miss cat suit over here was getting in the way.”

“She has a habit of sticking her nose in places it doesn’t belong,” tittered the domineering woman.

Their conversation was certainly bought time as Silke finally blinked her eyes open and took in the sights. Small dome like robots whirl close to her, small colourful lights linked and flashed like they were having their own personal mini disco as long tendril like cords with devilish looking brushes ached to get to her.

Her bindings were surprising for a better word. They appear like neon glow bracelets you’d find at a rave, but these particular bands were strong enough to hold this slippery lady in place. Her eyes darted in any hopes of finding out more about her surroundings before her senses were dulled to the torture she knew all too well was coming.

The sight of a mask filled her vision, metal with a digital display with a happy go lucky expression looking back at her. This must have been this ‘Anyma’ Sadista spoke of. This adversary was new to her, she would be sure to recall such a face as well as the striking purple hair.

“Hello Ms Arches” The large oval eyes half closed as the mask leaned in. “I hope you’re ready to party, cuz we’re gonna throw the biggest bash likes its 1980! Hit it!” A snap of her fingers as without warning, music emanated from the small robots, their small lights flashing different colours around the roof of this drab building.

All she could muster was a gargled groan in the dripping gag as the whirling noises of metal started up once more. This was going to be a long...weird night. 

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WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!! Hiya! *wipes brow* Fuck...well....Yeah! Hi! 

This was just meant to be a simple chibi...but fuck. Did my mind go overboard and well...this is the result. Haaaaa.

Well, that's that. My entry for 's Spring Break Me~ 

I figured for 80's fashion. Throwing Sadista in a sexy number that is a throw back to Flashdance seemed like a fun little idea. I actually dud look up 80's fashion on pinterest and well...I too, wasn't disappointed. I saw this amazingly loud colourful shirt and immediately thought "Anyma would rock the shit out of that shirt." And thus, the finishing image. Hahaha